Some choices are black and white
And yet I always add the grey.
Before I know it –
All the colours bloom.
Reds, greens and sometimes blue,
And I’ve put it off –
Until another sunrise.
Maybe then, in black and white.
Poetry is my aeroplane
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Poetry is my aeroplane 
Nice poem!
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Lovely poem as usual, Andy. Choices can be so hard to make…you can think about making a choice and then change your mind afterwards. Sometimes it is worth taking the time to think about what we want to do. Hope you are having a good time up there this winter. Absolutely frigid here and summer can’t come sooner enough 🙂
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A good one Andy, I assume that adding the colours is looking at all the options ,love the concept very thought provoking.
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Keep adding the grey, dear Andy. So important.
Big hug, XxX
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Thank you Patty 🙂
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Sometimes we can go in between 🙂 A lovely poem, Andy!
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Thank you Indah 🙂 and yes the middle path is usually the answer 🙂
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